Toll, bells.
Then fall at my feet
Meet earth like us
When we finally
Reach our last rest.
Never sing again
Never echo again
Never dance again
In the sky of failure
Which has dawned on here.
And please be bringer
Of defeat, the only
Way to end this melody.
But like wind, a new voice
Is light and whispering
Is bright and tempting;
Calls me
Pulls me
And will I bow
To her request
Of fighting a bit more
Of lengthening my prance
As to make all
Seem attainable
For these last hours?
Will I follow
Her advice, and so
Will I fight Sir Fail
Black in his grim
Cloak of crows’ cries
Helm of novas’ deaths
Sword of thunders not fallen
Smile of human defeat?
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I hope despair lost in the fight.
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"Your Orwellian language notwithstanding- it's a fucking machine. It's a tool."
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I'm an admin for #theWrittenRevolution .
The words are the spark.
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"Your Orwellian language notwithstanding- it's a fucking machine. It's a tool."
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I'm an admin for #theWrittenRevolution .
The words are the spark.
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